Don't wake

My eyes flutter open.

I don't want to wake.

I want to sleep. I want to dream.

Dreaming is my escape. When I am dreaming I can do anything. Just last night, I was on a boat, with a boy. A boy, who is handsome beyond compare. Blue eyes, brown hair, tall, big hands. God, he was so freaking handsome.

One main rule of dreams. You can't make anyone up. You must have seen them before.

"Addison, hurry up, you need to get to school!" yelled my mother from downstairs.

Just as I am about to get up, I hear something I wish I hadn't, and knew I would pay for.

"You worthless piece of shit. Walk your lazy ass up there and wake her up, God Dammit."

My dad. 35 years old, younger than most parents. Brown hair, brown eyes. Tall, muscular. Honestly, rather handsome. I know that is odd for his daughter to say but it is true. Known around the community as an avid listening of problems, often did community service on his own time.

He knocked my mom up when she was 17.

My mom. 32 years old. Way younger than most of my friends parents. Blond hair, bluish green eyes. Tall, slender. Big breasted, skinny waist. Long legs.

Me. 15 years old. Brown hair, bluish green eyes. Big breasted, muscular and tall. Skinny waist, but 6 pack abs.

I am quite the mixture of my parents. Which, in turn, makes me almost beautiful. My mom was offered a modeling job when she was 17, but did have to turn it down because of me. I feel bad for her, she is absolutely beautiful. I swear, dad needs to be more careful, someone will snatch her up and take her.

She would probably gladly leave.

Suddenly, pulling my out of my trance, dad comes in my room and unexpectedly smacks me across the face. Hard. I don't cry. I know better. "You little bitch, why didn't you get up when your mother told you. Damn, don't you kids listen anymore. Shit."

With that he pulled back and smacked me across the face even harder. I feel myself being lifted off the bed "Stand up straight!" I hear him shout. "Straighter, God Dammit!" I try and stand up as straight as I can, but it must not be enough, I feel a hard blow to the stomach. I can barely stay standing.

But I do.

"You need to lose a few pounds. You are getting rounder. And if those damn boobs of yours get any bigger you will fall over. And, if between your legs gets more action than your stomach does, you will sure be in hell for a while. Now, god dammit,get dressed. You have school.

I start to walk. Oh man, that hurts. The blow to my stomach really got me. now i am gonna have some nice bruised on it. My face is getting pretty swollen, too. Already.

This hasn't been exactly the best morning.

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the bus slowly pulls around the corner, creeping to a stop right in front of me. I board and immediately my eyes dart around the bus to find Carter.

Carter is my best friend. Well, in guy terms anyways. He lives 2 minutes walking distance from my house. He is the only one who really knows what goes on behind the closed doors at my house.

He had come over one day after school because we had a project to work on. We were home maybe 10 minutes when my dad walked in drunker than anything and walking in on us, doing a measurement or something in my bedroom. He started screaming something about how i was too young to be having sex and that i knew i wasn't supposed to have anyone over when nobody was home.

I tried to exlpain to him how, the previous day, during dinner, i had told them that i would be having a friend, a boy, coming over after school to work on a project. They had both said fine then. Only because Dad said he was getting out early from work and would be home about 10 minutes after me.

Then he suddenly lost his temper and went ape. He came barreling towards me, swinging wildly. I was more nervous he would miss me and hit Carter, but he didn't. Instead, with his fist, he punched me right in the side of the head, knocking me over into an old lamp.

Well that only pissed him off more so he can and picked me up, put me on my bed, pulled down my pants, took off his belt, and started hitting me as hard as he could.

I will never forget how excruciating that pain was.

I wasn't able to move for a couple days, so i just was put in bed.

The first day i came back, Carter didn't look at me. Not once. But on the second day, He came up, apologized for what had happened, and swore he would never tell.

Carter is 15 years old as well. He is tall with Blond hair and Brown eyes. He is rather strong as well. He is extremely handsome and girls know it. They are usually all over him, but he is a virgin, he is a good boy and knows how to behave. Mostly because a year ago he told me he was in love with me and would wait till we were married to fool around at all. He knew what would happen if we didn't wait.

I think he truely loved me. I know i truely love him